"In that case, that's really good."

Ye Zhen looked up at the ceiling and kicked a sword casually.

The long sword broke through the air and penetrated directly into the head of the malnourished man.

He's not dead yet, give him a ride.

Looking at the missionary's neck where his throat had been cut with a sword, Ye Zhen touched his chin.

"Master Yang, why don't you give me a memory of Tai Chi? Tai Chi and Bagua should be stronger together."

Yang Jian stretched his muscles and thought about it and thought it was okay:

"No problem, I'll get a copy of the memory for you after I get out."

In the dim hall, the smell of blood filled the air, and six corpses lay here in a mess.

Yang Jian and Ye Zhen didn't care at all.

But suddenly, their brows wrinkled, darkness appeared in their eyes, the world began to collapse, and a coldness filled the air.

"Are you leaving?" Yang Jian thought to himself.

On the Eiffel Tower, Lin Qian looked calmly at a young man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The cold wind blew by, and a faint corpse smell came from the young man's body.

The young man looked one or two years younger than Lin Qian, with a standard Western face and blond hair.

His eyes were slightly cloudy and looked very vicissitudes of life.

He stared at Lin Qian, somewhat silent. After a while, he finally spoke:

"Hello, strong man from the east, I am Tutankhamun, one of the pharaohs of Egypt. I came here this time to express some apologies."

"By the way, please give up attacks on all heads of state."

His Chinese is very standard. If it weren't for his Western appearance, Lin Qian would have thought he was an authentic Oriental.

"Tutankhamun, the pharaoh of ancient Egypt?"

Lin Qian looked at this young man. He knew that this guy was a very strong guy when he came here last time.

Unfortunately, his strength is very limited, only as strong as Old Man Guijing.

"You have lived a long enough time. 3000 years is a ridiculous amount of time."

Lin Qian looked at this young man calmly. This young man was indeed very strong, but he couldn't beat himself. It was no surprise that he survived for a long time.

He had just met Wu'an Lord Bai Qi not long ago, and now that he had met Pharaoh, it was nothing.

Hearing Lin Qian's words, the young man felt helpless:

"It doesn't matter if you live a long time, you will still be a weak person."

During the Republic of China, they in Egypt saw the decline of the East and thought this was an opportunity.

So all the surviving pharaohs in their history participated in that incident.

As a result, he was the only pharaoh left, and the rest were wiped out by a being who claimed to be Li Chunfeng of the Tang Dynasty.

It was easy, they had no resistance at all.

All of the Western Divine Court were beheaded, except Anubis, who survived because he hid in the tomb of the Pharaoh.

At that time, the gods that the West was so proud of were defeated, and they did not even have the ability to die.

The god-king Zeus, who claimed to be invincible in the world, was such a terrifying existence, and was killed by that existence on the spot in the divine throne in the divine court.

The evil ghost in his body was also taken away by that being. From then on, no one in the West dared to call himself a god, and finally entered the age of silence.

"You are indeed a weakling. You can't beat me." Lin Qian nodded, and he agreed with Tutankhamun's sincerity.

Looking at the looming cat on Tutankhamun's shoulder, Lin Qian's eyes flickered.

It was a cat with its whole body covered in bandages, as skinny as a stick, just like a mummy.

"I'm very curious. Why do you dare to appear in front of me when you know you can't defeat me?"

"If you just hide in your tomb, I can pretend not to see you. After all, I don't have that much free time to demolish a pyramid."

Lin Qian stared at Tutankhamun, an antique who had lived for more than 3,000 years.

If nothing else, this guy's life-saving ability is absolutely top-notch, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to defeat a young man who had lived for 20 years after living for more than 3,000 years.

"I am just an illusion now, and my true body is still in the tomb." Tutankhamun smiled and explained.

"I see, he is really afraid of death." Lin Qian was a little disappointed, thinking that this guy really had the courage to come here.

"Everyone is afraid of death." Tutankhamun said.

"Yes." Lin Qian nodded in agreement.

The wind on the Eiffel Tower suddenly became violent, and Lin Qian reached out to hold the bride's wedding dress.

"What if I don't agree to your request?" Lin Qian squinted at Tutankhamun.

After hearing this, Tutankhamun was a little silent. After a while, he sighed and said:

"It's nothing, I just came to give it a try. One of Anubis' favorite inheritors participated in this plan."

"Then he was killed by your curse. He couldn't be saved, so he wanted to let you give his successor a chance to live."

"Since you don't agree, it doesn't matter. The heads of countries can still choose again."

After hearing this explanation, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes slightly:

"Oh~ According to you, do they still plan to continue implementing the Noah's Ark plan?"

"That's not true. Now that you have killed almost all the ghost masters in the West, they are no longer qualified to implement the Noah's Ark plan."

"So, you don't have to worry about anything. After today's disaster, they will only be able to huddle in their own one-third of an acre of land."

"After all, they have to go all out to solve the next thing. If they can't solve it, then they will perish."

Tutankhamun waved his hand and explained, which was very easy to understand and his attitude was very respectful.

"Is that so? That's really good news. Okay, since your attitude is so sincere, you don't have to die."

Lin Qian smiled and stretched out her hand to knock in the air. In an instant, all the words Tutankhamun had said before came to mind.

Twisted words were arranged in the air one by one. Tutankhamun shrank slightly when he saw this scene, with some fear in his eyes.

Lin Qian snapped her fingers and refused to fulfill Tutankhamun's wish, and the words shattered and disappeared.

"You are very lucky. I don't like eating very much recently, so I don't want the cat on you either."

Tutankhamun looked at Lin Qian silently, and at the sacrificial cat on his shoulder. He became even more silent, and finally he said:

"Then thank you very much."

After saying this, Tutankhamun disappeared, and the stench of his corpse slowly drifted away, drifting away with the wind.

Lin Qian leaned against the iron tower, disapproving:

"Haha... Pharaoh, trash."

Lin Qian touched his belly:

"Zhi Zhen, if the killing pattern hadn't been reorganized now, do you think you could have run away?"

Lin Qian's eyes flickered slightly. His current situation was very special, and the killing patterns of the hungry ghosts were changing.

In the past, there were several basic killing rules for Operation Starving Ghost.

These are the murder rules summarized by Wang Xiaoming, seen, heard, and encountered.

Now these laws are merging, and the starving ghosts are moving in the direction of killing people irregularly.

All the evil ghosts who were eaten, their killing patterns are completely integrated, and they will not be so stagnant when used in the future.

Lin Qian looked at the Seine River with amusement in his eyes:

"Anubis is really an interesting existence."

The breeze circled his fingers, Lin Qian looked at a red line in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Damn, Lin Wudi, what did you do to my handsome face?"

Ye Zhen looked at his face through the iron tower, green mountains and green waters, his eyebrows were mountains, his eyes were springs, and his nose was the ladder to heaven.

"The painting is quite beautiful."

Ye Zhen touched his chin and started to appreciate it seriously.

Yang Jian wiped away the painting on his face expressionlessly, the coldness emerged, and the ink on his face disappeared.

"Your bad taste is really outrageous. Did you take any pictures?" Yang Jian stared at Lin Qian with some doubts in his eyes.

Lin Qian leaned against the Eiffel Tower, looking very calm:

"No."
To be continued...